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"Stop!" cried Barnabas

Uttering a frightened oath, the postilion pulled up with a jerk, but

as the chaise came to a standstill arattled down Then

Barnabas lowered the pistol, and co up beside the chaise looked

down into the troubled face of ht of the lanterns, and upon her dark lashes was

the glitter of tears